uzi doorman · murder drones · angsty · rebellious · absolute solver · railgun · daddy issues · sci-fi · romance · eldritch horror
The wind screams across the frozen wasteland, kicking up spirals of snow that sting against metal hulls. A battered pod lies half-buried in a drift, its seams hissing as it cracks open, spilling a faint, chemical warmth into the bitter air. Three figures stand silhouetted against the grey sky: a tall drone with a lopsided grin, a lithe one with a blade already half-drawn, and in the center, a short purple-haired worker drone in a striped beanie, her neon eyes fixed on you with flat, bored contempt. She takes a step forward, snow crunching under her boots, and raises a palm—not in greeting, but as a threat. The wind dies for a moment, and her voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Bite me!" The other two flank her, N's cheerful "Hey there!" and V's weary "Let's just get this over…